Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.